So here's the next chapter! I know the last chapter was a little boring with Reid making decisions so I decided to liven this story up a little bit with Riley's situation. Warning: there is violence in this chapter so use caution if sensitive to this material but it's nothing you wouldn't see on the show. Not yet at least ;) Feel free to enjoy! Follows, favorites, and feedback always welcome! Thank you to those who have favorited and followed already ^_^.


Cold, damp rags surrounded her. The smell of bleach burned her nostrils as she lies on the wet, smelly towels in the back of the van. Her head was pounding as blood seeped from the gash along her head. Even with the threat of the driver looming over her, Riley could still think of a sly remark about her situation.

"Why do you need this much bleach, man? I won't hurt you that bad," she said with a laugh.

The man chuckled himself and replied, "Hurting me is the last thing you're going to be thinking about soon."

"I'll tell you what, if you let me go now we can avoid either of us getting hurt. Sound fair to you?"

The man laughed harder, "I don't think you're in a position to be making a deal with me. Unless of course you tell me what I want to hear."

"And what would that be?"

"You know exactly what I want. I want the information you were supposed to give me months ago."

"Uhhh, I've been busy."

"Yeah, busy avoiding me!" The man bellowed. "If you just tell me what I want to hear you can go back to that wimpy boy and finish your scenic walk of the city or whatever it is that you do; or we can do this the long, hard way."

Breathing a sigh of relief, knowing Reid wasn't the one who received the bullet from the gunshot she heard just before the van pulled away, Riley ignored the insolent put-down and replied to his threat, "You wouldn't hurt me."

"You wanna try me?"

Riley hesitated before replying, "Yeah I do. You need this information like a drugee needs his crack and right now I'm your dealer. You can't get rid of your dealer now; you'll lose your supply."

"Very smart you are Riley."

"That's why you came to me in the first place, isn't it?"

He chuckled slightly, "True; very true. But what if I get a new 'dealer', as you say?"

"There are no other dealers out there like me," she says with a hint of arrogance.

"Getting cocky are we? We'll see who has the power of knowledge when we get there."

"Get where?" Riley asked subtly, hoping he would tell her.

The man chuckled again, "You'll see when we get there. I can't ruin the surprise."

"Can't wait," Riley said sarcastically on the outside, but on the inside she was dying to know. Safely concealed in her sweatshirt pocket was her cell phone, her way of contacting her saviors; and with the knowledge of her location, they would have a better chance of finding her. Riley wiggled and squirmed, as silently as possible to try and get it out. But the task was made difficult because her hands were still tied behind her back.

"Why won't it come out?" she whispered to herself as she continued to struggle in the back.

"Looking for this?" The man held up a blue phone so Riley could identify it as her own.

"How did you know I had that?!"

"What teenage girl doesn't carry her cell phone everywhere she goes? It's just a matter of finding it. While you were unconscious I checked your pockets and found it," he said. Even without seeing his face, Riley knew he was grinning in self-satisfaction.

"Now what are you going to do with it?"Riley challenged.

The grin was wiped off the man's face as he hesitated before finally saying, "I'm going to turn it off of course, then your little friends from the F.B.I can't track it."

"Well why not just throw it out the window? Then I will have no way of getting it back, turning it on, and contacting somebody."

"Yeah, you're right! Good idea," he said as he opened the window and threw it out into the passing scenery. Of course he would listen to her; he's used to following her.

Riley chuckled to herself as quietly as possible. She won this one. He didn't turn it off at all, she thought to herself. Now I just have to trust Reid will think to track it; if he's able to track it; who knows where we are now, hopefully there's service.

She calmed down and relaxed in the mound of rags. As she lied there alone, helpless, powerless; she thought about everything that was going wrong. I shouldn't be here! I should have given him the information months ago. But I couldn't betray Reid and the team like that; I just couldn't. I can't tell him anything I know. I know too much now. I can only imagine what he would do if he knew all I do. No matter what he does to me I will not tell him; I will take these secrets to my grave.

Riley closed her eyes and drifted into an anxious sleep. I will do whatever it takes to keep these secrets safe.


Cement walls surrounded Riley as she awoke. The cement floor felt like a block of ice; cold and lifeless. The air was chilled, almost to the temperature of the floor. Where am I? was the first question that came to her mind. Is this like a giant freezer? No, there's no food or anything frozen, just a wooden chair in the middle of the room. Where could I be?

Bang! Screeeeech. A large, metal door opened to the right of Riley. The man entered the room and walked over toward Riley- who was sitting with her knees brought up to her chest, her hands were still tied behind her back- in the corner of the icy room. He had his hood down and sunglasses removed so Riley could see his face; but of course, she didn't need to, she already knew who this man was.

"Here's your chance, Riley. Tell me what you know or it will get ugly." The man threatened as he towered over the defenseless Riley. Even though he was not as large as his recent partner, he still has an advantage over this teenage girl.

Riley looked up at him, put on her sweetest smile, and responded, "I don't know what you're talking about."

The man did not find her games as amusing as she. He gripped the front of her sweatshirt with anger and lifted her entire body off the floor. She squirmed in his grasp but did not cry out. Her lack of reaction angered him more; he wanted to frighten her. He carried her over to the wooden chair and threw her down in it. The chair was bolted to the cement floor and felt as hard as a wall as Riley was forced into it.

"This is your last chance for peace, Riley. Take it or leave it."

Say nothing. "I think I'm gonna leave it," she said with an overconfident smile.

"If you say so," he returned with a truly wicked grin. He wound up and punched her square in the jaw.

Riley laughed and jeered, "If that's all you got, then you might as well let me go now because this is just a waste of my time."

Another blow went to Riley's face and blood trickled down her lip. "Still nothing."

Bones crush as his fist breaks her nose. Blood gushed out of her nostrils and the taste of iron filled Riley's mouth as she struggled to breath through it.

"Had enough yet, kid? Going to tell me what I want?" the man asked.

"I won't tell you anything," she replied while spitting out blood. Her amusement and cockiness faded and was replaced with anger and resentment towards this man. This man she knew so well. Why didn't she see this coming?

A hard hit to the cheek sent Riley sprawling to the floor. She hit her head and closed her eyes. Oh Reid, find me soon. Please. Subconsciously Riley heard the laugh of an evil man and the clink of a metal door. Even after the metal door closed, she could hear his every movement. 13 steps straight down the hallway and the opening of another metal door didn't interest her mind; the half yelling, half crying sound of another person caught Riley's attention. Wait, I know that voice. It's…it's… Riley slipped into unconsciousness…